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Show Eventually Mary Ann Did Marry Mark - The Weekly Short Story By JEAN PAGE-- seen him, and then I'll kick him out of town." But there wasn't a word he could say to Mary Ann. The night of the wedding rehearsal re-hearsal Murray sought a dark street on the wrong side of the railroad tracks. Here among now darkened dark-ened factories and squalid dwellings, dwell-ings, were what Doddsvilie referred to as "blind pigs." Mark Murray, if he couldn't have Mary Ann, was going to go to the dogs. He entered a low-ceilinged room that reeked of stale beer. "Well, and what might you be coming here for tonight?" Pnt, the barkeeper, who In his young days hnd been for awhile Mark's father's gardener, greeted' him. "And I should think you'd be helping ring the wedding bells I've been hearing hear-ing about." MARK MURRAY looked at Mary Ann crouched In the seat beside be-side him, her golden curly bend resting agnlnst his shoulder, and stifled an unbearable impulse to lean over and kiss her. In which case, Mary Ann would say something some-thing thnt would make him feel foolish. Mark Murray, being young, very much In love, and Irish, preferred pre-ferred facing a nest of machine guns to hearing a word of ridicule from Mary Ann's Hps. "What a dud of a party," said Mary Ann sleepily. "You're sweet, Mark, to leave early and bring me home. I know you were having a good time." "Riotous!" agreed Mark cheerfully. cheer-fully. "But It's always my hard luck to Jump at the snap of your little finger." ed with nn unresisting Jaw-bone and the bridegroom took his vows to the floor. The tension of that gaping crowd relaxed. Excited hands grasped Mark and held him back. "For the " "What In the " a medley of excited voices began. "I told you when I found out who that bird was I'd kick him out of town," shouted Mark, "and now I'm going to." He turned to look at Mary Ann. She was standing with her head down, but she looked up at Mark, her eyes pleading. "I found out last night," she be-seeched, be-seeched, and In her eyes, for Mark alone, was a guilty gleam, "and I was nfrnid you wouldn't rescue me In time for once. I had the wedding wed-ding planned, and I had to have a bridegroom d dhln't I?" "Yes, and you've got a bridegroom," bride-groom," said Mark decisively. "For the last time I'm telling you, you're marrying me, tomorrow." And she did. - , (Copyright.) "Well. I'm not," snapped. Mark. "Give me a beer, Pat." "Sure and I don't blame you," returned Pat, drawing the beer. "That Bill Bolger who used to hang around Tim Head's pool room down the street was always getting Into trouble! Went off to Chicago alTout five years ago. 'Bout the same time that nice kid who was cashier at Daily's cake bouse disappeared. dis-appeared. Don't know where he left her, but I hear he did some monkey business with corn In Chicago. Chi-cago. Made some money. A smart lad. Too smart to be caught." But Mark hadn't waited to hear the last words. In his eyes a gleam of recognition came and a gleam of something more deadly. He burst through the door of Mary Ann's house, crashed down the hall and Into the living room with only one Idea in mind. That there was a group of some twenty-five twenty-five people staring at him agape he was entirely Ignorant He scarcely scarce-ly saw Mary Ann. But he saw clearly the sleek, black head -of Bill Bolger. He made a dive for the shoulder beneath It, and swung it around. "You'll fool my girl, will you?" he shouted, and his right elbow drew back in thnt gesture all male Doddsvilie admired. The arm went forward, the clenched fist connect- Mary Ann nudged a little closer. "What would I do without you," she sighed contentedly. "You're always ready to rescue me whatever foolish fool-ish thing I do, aren't you?" When they parted on the porch she said, "And you won't forget tomorrow to-morrow night? You've simply got to help me out. The Perrys are the world's worst bridge players." Mark said he hadn't forgotten He couldn't have very well, for this was the first he had heard of It He had planned a poker party of his own for the next night, but if Mary Ann needed him the poker party could wait. That was the trouble with Mark Murray and Mary Ann. He was too easy, too ready. Everybody in town knew it, of course, but Mark. So things might have gone on forever, for-ever, had not Bill Bolger walked Into the picture. Bill did Just thnt walked right In, took the best place at the table, and got served the most sauce by every cook. Kissed the first evening she met him, without even a by-your-leave, Mary Ann fell Into a daze and failed to come out of It The wedding wed-ding bells were announced In spite of Mark Murray's anger or sickness of heart "I've seen that bird somewhere," some-where," he told a group of his men friends. "I'll remember where I've |